Chapter 1013 Fighting (1)
The first to rush into the battle group was naturally Zhan Xin. As the valley master of Jiming Mountain, Zhan Xin also had a flying sword in his hand. The flying sword was more than one foot long and was held in his hand. Seeing a swordsman of about the third rank of Bright Sword on the opposite side urging the flying sword to fly towards him, he waved his hand, and a sword shadow whizzed out from the flying sword and slashed straight at the man!
"Haha! You actually gestured the flying sword in front of me, a sword cultivator, are you stupid?" The sword cultivator laughed. The flying sword was like frost, which was sealed on the sword shadow. The sword shadow was frozen in the air like flying snow. With a sound of "scandium", the sword cultivator's flying sword turned rapidly, and the sword shadow turned into pieces of broken flowers and fell in the air!
At the same time, the sword cultivator's flying sword did not seem to stop. It jumped like a flowing cloud and water, like a clever little swallow, passing through the air, and in the blink of an eye it pierced Zhan Xin's eyes.
"Shh!" Zhan Xin took a deep breath. He was good at using flying swords, but he knew that he couldn't drive the flying sword so fast. This was not a problem of his strength, but a fundamental difference in practicing flying swords.
However, Zhan Xin was not nervous at all. When the sword cultivator's flying sword came closer, he waved his hand, and the inconspicuous flying sword drew an extremely beautiful arc in the air, and it was cut on the sword cultivator's flying sword!
With a crisp sound of "click", the sword cultivator's flying sword was like a poisonous snake being hit on the head, and it was stagnant in the air! Not only that, Zhan Xin's sword only paused slightly on the sword cultivator's flying sword, and then it slid down again. The crisp sound was to see a crack in the flying sword!
"Ah?" The sword cultivator was shocked, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. His face was covered with ginger! The sword cultivator's flying sword was a sacrifice of the Yuanshen, and the flying sword was damaged. The sword cultivator's Yuanshen was naturally damaged, and the sword Yuan was reversed, and the sword cultivator was injured all of a sudden!
"You!" The sword cultivator looked at Zhan Xin in astonishment, but before he could see clearly what was wrong with Zhan Xin's flying sword, an indescribable burning force came from all around him, and the heat was also filled with a great restraining force!
It was Zhan Xin who took advantage of the sword cultivator to activate the flying sword and threw out several secret yellow talismans. Taking advantage of the sword cultivator's surprise and injury, he suddenly activated it. Moreover, seeing the flames rising around the sword cultivator, Zhan Xin showed a grim smile on his face, threw out the flying sword, and rubbed his hands continuously while attacking the sword cultivator. Various attacking spells fell like hail!
At this time, the sword cultivator's weakness was exposed. The sword cultivator hurriedly withdrew the flying sword, trying to block Zhan Xin's flying sword, and spit out a small sword from his mouth, hitting those spells like a swimming fish!
But. It was only a small number of spells and yellow talismans that were broken. With a rumbling sound, the sword cultivator was surrounded by a ball of flames. In just a moment, screams came from the fireball. A charred wreckage fell from mid-air!
"Go!" Zhan Xin saw this and waved his hand. The storage bag on the body fell into his hand. He did not stop. After jumping up, he flew again to a swordsman who only had the skill of a pregnant sword!
There was almost no suspense!
The young swordsman's flying sword was cut off by Zhan Xin in just one round,
and even his flesh was cut off in half!
Taiyi Qingguang is indeed the innate gold energy! Its sharpness is extraordinary!
Looking at Han Bing again, it was also very sharp. Although he still had the bamboo joint in his hand, his opponent was not the sword cultivator from yesterday. The bamboo joint rolled like a continuous river flowing down. The sword cultivator's flying sword broke one after another, but it seemed that there would never be an end!
The sword cultivator's forehead was sweating, and the sword energy in his body was consumed greatly!
"Kill!" Han Bing's roar actually frightened the sword cultivator. Sure enough, Han Bing's bamboo joint suddenly grew larger, absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and struck down from the air like a giant tree pressing down on the top!
The "whoosh" sound of the wind was extremely sharp, and it hit the sword cultivator's forehead!
"Go!" The sword cultivator did not retreat, and the sword formula was pinched, and the flying sword also grew larger, like an iron cone, rushing towards the air.
With a "puff" sound, the bamboo joint was easily broken by the flying sword, and the flying sword pierced into the bamboo joint!
However, Han Bing did not seem to be frustrated, and even showed a hint of smile on his face!
"It's broken!" The sword cultivator was stunned, and then he woke up, but he was still too late. With a "puff" sound, an inch-long sword tip pierced the sword cultivator's sword defense with great sharpness, protruding from his chest, and there was still blood on the sword tip!
"How is this possible?" The sword cultivator looked down at the bright red tip of the sword, and an incredible sound was heard, and then he fell from mid-air.
"Hehe, the sword cultivator's attack power is extremely strong, but how can it compare to the many methods of my Dao Sect?" Han Bing looked at the corpse of the sword cultivator and sneered, "As long as I break your flying sword, what else do you have to rely on?"
Of course, this is easy to say, but it is indeed difficult to do. Along with the corpse of the sword cultivator killed by Han Bing, there are also the corpses of several Jiming Mountain disciples. None of these disciples' corpses are intact, all of them are broken arms and legs, and some of them are even broken into several sections!
Yes, how can there be Taiyi Qingguang in the magic tools of ordinary cultivators? How can ordinary cultivators have more than two magic tools?
These Jiming Mountain disciples activated their magical weapons with a rainbow-like momentum, hitting the sword cultivator like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore! And Jianxiu's flying sword is like light, even more like a rugged boulder standing in the sea tide, both sharp and solid. When photographed by the sea wave, some are only broken water splashes, and all that is left are rugged boulders! The magic weapons of many Jiming Mountain monks had just flown a few feet, and were cut apart by flying swords flying in unison. The bursts of brilliance flashed frequently, and countless magic weapon fragments fell colorfully! After the magical weapon passed by, naturally there was a sharp flying sword that hit the monk's eyes in the blink of an eye! The sword was shining brightly, like patches of autumn light, killing the monks flying in the air like falling leaves! The blood is just like the red frost in autumn leaves, burning the sky.
In just half a cup of tea, more than twenty disciples of Jiming Mountain were already killed by the flying sword!
Seeing this situation, Zhan Xin was still anxious even though he had just killed several sword cultivators. According to Zhan Xin's thoughts, he had already made it clear to his disciples that these disciples were definitely not new to seeing blood. Let them get used to fighting for a while, and then let them form a formation and use the technique of combined attack to deal with the sword. build. But who would have thought? As soon as this came into contact, the Jiming Mountain disciples collapsed, and the previous drills were forgotten long ago. Even a Qiqiao Sect Qi Refining disciple was killed in the fight.
As a last resort, Zhan Xin waved his sleeves, and with a loud "Peng" sound, a signal flew high into the sky. Zhan Xin had no choice but to send out the signal of the appointment! This signal was half an hour early!
When everyone in Jiming Mountain saw the signal rising into the sky, they immediately felt shocked. The figures of all the disciples flew naturally, and their spiritual thoughts swept towards the surrounding disciples. A dozen disciples with similar cultivation levels gathered together to form a rather powerful group. When Zhang Fa's formation was completed, these disciples also activated their magic power in a very rhythmic manner. Various magic weapons rose up at the same time and smashed towards the sword cultivator in front of them in unison! The same mana fluctuations gathered together, and the power and light of various magic weapons condensed into one place, immediately making the previously uneven attacks condense into one. The attack power of the Qi Refining disciples directly chased the foundation, and the foundation The attacks of the disciples in the early stage are directly catching up with those in the middle stage of foundation building!
Suddenly, on the entire battlefield, thirty or forty such formations launched the most powerful attack in Jiming Mountain!
"Hahaha~" Zhan Xin laughed, and the flying sword flew out from his hand, shouting, "I, Jiming Mountain, will declare war on the sword cultivator today. Let's see what the sword cultivator is capable of!"
"As you wish!" Before Zhan Xin's shout could reach the ground, a flying sword like the bright sun rushed into the air. Many sword cultivators saw the flying sword and quickly retreated, quickly closing the distance between themselves and the Jiming Mountain disciples. Opened, and then, just like the monks from Jiming Mountain, swordsmen in various costumes formed a team, forming dozens of teams. Although the number of people in each team was not the same, when the flying swords of these swordsmen flew out at the same time, The styles of those flying swords are different, and their power is also different. They can be condensed into dozens of huge flying swords. The same extremely fast speed, the same roar of the wind, the same sword light flashing, and the same attack towards the disciples of Jiming Mountain. magical weapon!
"Rumble", "Rumble", "Rumble..." The sound was almost continuous and continuous, shaking the entire Jiming Mountain. The power of the air wave caused the snowflakes on the ground to rise gradually, layer by layer. Snow covers the sky!
"Ah~~ah~~~" After the magic weapon fight, he screamed. Some of the flying swords could not hit the magic weapon, and some of the magic weapons could not hit the flying sword. No matter what the situation, blood was splashed everywhere, turning the snow The fog was dyed into blood mist, and the blood mist ignited the mid-air on one side of Jiming Mountain... The blood flowers were like blossoming flames again!
The battle was so fierce and the blood had spread throughout the battlefield. Cui Hongshen and the disciples of Yu Lei Sect were also facing tremendous pressure!
There were only ten disciples of Yu Lei Sect, and they flew out late, so they were slightly away from the main battlefield. They were faced with a few low-level swordsmen and swordsmen with pregnant swords! Cui Hongshen was flying in front at this time, with two thunderballs flying in front of him like jumping notes. Seeing a bright swordsman's flying sword flying past with traces of blood on it, he did not dare to be careless at all. During the activation, the thunder bead touched and produced a bolt of lightning, which quickly hit the flying sword!
Thunder and lightning are the nemesis of the flying sword. The lightning instantly engulfed the entire flying sword. Wisps of electricity lingered around the flying sword. The whole body of the swordsman in the distance trembled rapidly, and the expression on his face was extremely ugly!
"Hit" Cui Hongshen was overjoyed. He activated the thunder beads again and flew to the swordsman again, hoping to take the opportunity to kill him! But the swordsman pinched the sword technique in his hand again, and the flying sword was so bright that it swallowed up all the thunder and lightning. The flying sword flew up again and stabbed Cui Hongshen's body!